Concord America - Hippie Trash Lyrics

I saw you on the subway
you asked me "is your hair real?" you got your boots strapped up to your kneecaps
your hands on a dollar meal
you ask for a ride to Jackson
all the way from Tennessee
And you got some courage asking that of a stranger
I ain't no fucking charity
You're hippie trash
You're hippie trash oh oh
Your hippie trash
Your fucking junkie scum
You say your baby's hungry
your girls got a disease
you ask me for one quarter
Just so you can buy some groceries
you think that you're a butterfly
but I know that you're just fucking insane
And you ride around town on a 10 speed bike
just pedaling your busking game
you're hippie trash
you're hippie trash oh oh
You're hippie trash
you're fucking junkie scum
follow me out to my rape van
your palms are sweaty and greased
you think that you are getting a hand out
but baby I just ain't pleased
you tell me your whole life's story
and how you used to run these streets
And you think I give a damn about you babe but you really don't impress me
You're hippie trash
you're hippie trash oh oh
you're hippie trash
you're fucking junkie scum